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    Baylee’s expression darkened.


    Sensing the tension, Ellie discreetly squeezed Baylee’s hand to offerfort.


    “Mr. Vargas, I’m no longer Miss Gordon,” Ellie said calmly.


    With a scornfulugh, Darrell said, “You really know yourself…”


    “Call me Mrs. Thorpe,” Ellie interrupted smoothly. “Or you can call me aunt, just like your friend Erick does. I might begrudgingly ept this title.”


    “Ha-ha!” Baylee burst intoughter.


    The room fell into an uneasy silence as the staff struggled to stifle theirughter, shoulders shaking with the effort to contain it.


    “Ellie, you are practically asking for trouble!” Darrell spat out, visibly angered as he defiantly rolled up his sleeves.


    Unfazed, Baylee raised an eyebrow and said, “Mr. Vargas, do you really want to go down this road again? I beat you back in middle school. Do you still want to fight me alone?”


    Back then, Darrell was three years older than Baylee and Ellie. He was a notorious bully in middle school and had suffered defeat at Baylee’s hands.


    “Baylee, I let you win for Quincy’s sake. Who do you think you are now?” Darrell retorted, refusing to acknowledge his less-than-ster past. “How about I fight you?”


    Unable to tolerate Darrell’s deliberate mention of Quincy in front of Baylee, Ellie took a step forward.


    When Carole heard that, she intervened by pulling Darrell aside. “Darrell, let it go. It’s not a good idea to bring personal conflicts into the program.”


    Darrell snorted, ncing defiantly at Ellie and Baylee. “I won’t argue with you two for the sake of Carole and the crew.”


    Baylee and Ellie couldn’t help but roll their eyes.


    Darrell was a loser attempting to mask his shorings with excuses.


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    The program crew trembled with fear.


    Why did they choose guests with such personal grudges?


    With only six people in total, four of them were on the brink of a physical confrontation upon their first meeting.


    Could the show proceed without any further disruptions?


    “Thest guest has arrived!” the director announced. He felt a wave of relief and swiftly changed the subject.


    Ellie nced over and recognized the man in the wheelchair.


    He was strikingly handsome with a fairplexion, exuding a refined and gentle aura that paradoxically suggested he was concealing his true power.


    From a distance, the man caught her gaze, and his eyes twinkled with a subtle smile directed only at her.


    “Kristopher?” Ellie was taken aback.


    “Is he the mysterious man who paid for your purchases at the auction?” Baylee quirked an eyebrow in curiosity.


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